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April 15th, 2006
11:04 am


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Spring is sprung, the grass is riz..
... the birdies have decided, severally, to invade my dining room. Two weeks ago it was a pair of western bluebirds. The female appeared Highly Annoyed by all that glass between her and some apparently tasty-looking bugs, and spent days perched on my window trying to ram her way past the glass.

Today it's a pair of either hooded or Bullock's orioles (I can't decide). Again, the female seems to think that just inside the glass would be a damn nice place to build a nest, except for the *glass*, and maybe if she keeps hammering on it, it will go away...

Also, there is a huge patch of Triteleia laxa burning (I mean, blooming) in its starry lavender way in the middle of my hill, which ALWAYS makes me grin.

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Date:April 15th, 2006 07:41 pm (UTC)
they're probably ticked off at the lack of real 'spring' weather and have decided that the humans are stealing all the warmth, so they'll nest IN your house where it's a more proper temperature and climate

Date:April 16th, 2006 02:29 am (UTC)
Man! You have some spectacular would-be dining room nesters. Here it's usually pigeons. We do get some nice migrating warblers, and once we had a woodcock scuttling under our rhododendrons. (We're on the edge of a marsh that's contiguous with a wildlife refuge.)
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Date:April 16th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)
Hummingbirds are only slightly less common than weeds out here as well, but they generally don't try to nest in my rafters. Ditto the hawks.

I particularly cherish the episode where I was out on the porch, and a hummer dove into the stupid pink rosebush for a meal. Not two seconds later it came out again with a spectacularly dirty look on its face, which I interpreted as "Geeze, get some FOOD planted around here, willya?"

Then there was the time a pair of mating hawks shot past the window (like, 2' from the window) while flirting at some appalling airspeed.
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Date:April 16th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC)
Reminds me of a pome from a violist from Brooklyn:

Tree doity boids
Sittin' on a coib
A-choipin' and a-boipin'
From eatin' doity woims.

(Also posted in jtidwell's LJ after she used the same poem that you alluded to in your subject line, for an entry that also complained about avian noise pollution.)
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